I wisper into the wind
but can hear nothing
the steady breeze is soothing
it turns my stupidity
into love for nature.
It's amazing
i can turn my thoughts,
into some powerful words.
I sniff into the air,
the fresh morning air
is satisfying.
There is no sign of
the acidic rainfall
just soft clean air
and natures first calling
as spring comes to town.
The birds symphony,
matched upon the
Coak of the crickets
with that ever so sweet
breeze that still soothes.
This is perfection,
where has this scene
been all my life ?...
I've missed it, yet,
not even realised it.
I quiver and step out,
of my daydream that is,
and can no longer feel,
the touch of the breeze,
the croacking crickets,
the birs symphony
but simply the sound
of day to day life.